While Nan Hua was going on another way, Long Qian Xing was still busy at the frontline. He looked at the formation that the opponent used as his eyes narrowed. It seemed that they were only defending, but he was sure that should the chance arise, they would definitely counterattack.
It was evening.
The war drum sounded and the soldiers retreated to their camps.
He took a deep breath and then slowly walked down. War was not something that occurred once and ended in one day. Many times, it required a lot of thinking and meticulous preparation.
If not, they would just lose miserably.
And after being in the states of war for so many decades, countless tactics had been deeply embedded in their mind.
"Long Xu, has there been any other response?" Long Qian Xing asked as he walked towards his tent.
"Replying to Young Master, there is no response after the decision to accept the mission."
"I see."
